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“You can’t go into a fight like this all doped up,” I said, appalled that he would even be considering this.

“Watch me,” he replied. The stubborn set of his jaw told me I wasn’t going to talk him out of it.

Sighing, I leaned against him, taking comfort in his strength while I had it. I’d known going into this that it wasn’t going to be easy to take down the LoS. That the club would have to take some risks in order to prevail. It was why I didn’t want them to be involved in the first place. We were long past that now. All I could do was anything I could to help. I kissed Lock’s chest as I racked my brain on what that could be.

CHAPTER 31

Lockout

“Icould find you a wheelchair,” Toxic said with a grin in my direction.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, as I hobbled onto the jet that Cypher was letting us borrow. All my aircraft were helicopters and small planes. Nothing that was going to take us long distances or fit a dozen oversized bikers and all our weapons. Which was why we’d always borrowed this jet from Cypher. Not that it was his only one. I knew for a fact he had at least two. The man was a bit stingy with the rest of his toys, though.

“I don’t need a wheelchair, just some good drugs that’ll dull the pain, but not make me loopy as hell,” I said, looking over at Pyre.

He frowned. “I mean, I can do that. But you really should be resting that leg. That rebar missed the majority of the muscle but if you push it too early, you could end up with a limp.”

“I’m not staying home,” I growled. And I wasn’t going to have a fucking limp.

“Hey at least you could dress up as a pirate for Halloween,” Warrant said. “Get the peg leg and the eye patch. Maybe a parrot…” he trailed off as everyone stared at him. “Argh,” he said. “Give me your booty.”

Butcher rolled his eyes, but Toxic started laughing and they went off on a tangent on Halloween costumes that could get them laid. Toxic was sure that Billie would appreciate an astronaut uniform, for some reason. I didn’t really want to ask why.

I glanced over as Pyre tied a tourniquet around my bicep and started tapping at my vein. “You don’t have anything I can take orally?”

“I have something you could take orally,” Warrant offered, then he paused. “Wait. No, not you.”

Sighing, I scowled at Warrant. “You’re only coming to help Toxic fly this fucker. So go do that.”

“Sure thing, Lock,” Warrant said with a grin. That was one thing about him, he was rarely in a bad mood. Toxic 2.0. Thank fuck he was Cypher’s full-time problem. I had enough of my own here without adding him to the pile.

Cursing as the needle bit into my vein, I glared at Pyre. “A bit of notice woulda been nice,” I muttered.

“Don’t worry, this’ll take the pain away,” he said with a grim smile. He watched as the meds disappeared into my body, as though transfixed.

I wasn’t even going to ask what his deal was. He was a damn good medic. Had a fuck ton of training with the Navy. Something told me he had body parts of people his club had killed stashed away in different places so he could study them—or use them as spare parts. I just got that vibe from him. Not that he wasn’t niceenough. He was. And he wasn’t like Butcher in the sense that there was clearly emotion there.

He glanced up at me and grinned. “How you feeling?”

The dull ache in my leg was gone. I only realized it once he asked. “Good.” I stretched the limb out, my moodiness disappearing with the pain.

“Dizzy?”

“No.” I rolled my shoulders. I felt good. Damn good.

“This isn’t a fix all,” he warned. “It’s more of a temporary patch so you can go kick some ass. You’re going to feel it afterward, though.”

“It’ll be worth it. Let’s get going,” I called out.

My crew took their seats while Warrant and Toxic got the jet ready for takeoff.

I slumpedagainst the wall with a groan of pain. Those fucking meds were wearing off. Thankfully, we’d done what we needed to. Butcher, Toxic, and Warrant were rounding up the last of the fuckers backing the LoS.

They’d put them down as soon as they found them. This wasn’t a peaceful fucking mission—no hearts and minds on this one. It was a ‘make an example out of them’ kind of thing. In Butcher’s case that example was spread all over the pavement.

Hellfire hit the brick wall I was using to hold myself up with such force the whole thing fucking shuddered. “You good, Prez?”

“Yeah.”

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